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Up Close and Personal

I have decided I need to use my flash a lot. Nothing fancy. Just put it on the camera and use it so I can get used to what it looks like on camera. Then, maybe I’ll be better able to see the differences when I take it off camera.

But what to shoot now that I’ve decided to undertake this learning process? Tisen looks mighty relaxed laying on a comforter on the couch. And he did just get a brand new hat from Twiggy’s mom. Plus, he’s a little bored now that Twiggy has gone home.

I wrap a snoot around the flash and decide to start with capturing him in his hat. I like the head-on image the best even though the flash catches the haze of blue in his eyes, probably indicating cataracts.

Then, I see my down jacket next to him on the sofa and decide to see what happens when I take a macro shot with my flash. The snoot projects the light to the background, leaving the jacket in the foreground unlit. When I look at the shot on the big screen, I’m surprised to discover the fabric has a distinct pattern. I’d always thought it was perfectly smooth.

Then I decide to go macro on Tisen. Poor guy. I would feel sorry for him, but he barely moved once I took his hat off, seeming perfectly content to model for his crazy mom with the big black camera that kept flashing at him.

It’s interesting to see the parts of a dog up close. For one thing, he’s dirty than I thought he was! His little pig ears always makes me laugh. When he walks, the tip bounces up and down, flopped over at about the halfway point.

I try to shoot his tail, another source of a smile. He wags enthusiastically when we go for walks. People pass us on the street and say, “Now that’s a happy dog!” as he goes by with a toy in his mouth and his tail keeping a steady beat. But tonight no shot of his tail is to be had. It’s the one part he keeps tucked underneath and I don’t want to risk annoying him to the point where he gets up and lies on his bed under the desk.

I do manage to shoot both sides of his face, but the white side keeps blowing out with the flash. The black side makes for a creepy close up of his eye. He stares at me, blinking from the flash. I wonder what he thinks I’m doing to him.

The poor guy is still struggling with allergies and hot spots. We’ve changed his diet again; it seems he’s allergic to the turkey we’ve been feeding him. I’m about to give up and put him on antibiotics again. It’s hard to wait to see if he will heal on his own when it’s obvious he’s uncomfortable.